Meng Fan pulled out a brand-new Nokia N95 and took a picture of the address and contact number printed on the packaging.
"Thanks, have you guys been playing at the Mingyang Fishing Gear Shop?" Meng Fan continued to ask.
"Sort of!
You see the guy across from us? The one who didn't turn on the light! That's Zhang Yang, the owner of Mingyang Fishing Gear!
Maybe you haven't followed it closely, but when it comes to winning tournaments at Oil House Fishing Ground, he's the real deal!
The highest record for a single match fish catch at Oil House Fishing Ground, 147 pounds, was his doing!"
Fearing Meng Fan couldn't see clearly, Wang Jun even turned on his headlamp to its brightest setting to illuminate Zhang Yang across the way.
Meng Fan took the chance to get a rough outline.
"Jun Brother, what are you shining that light for? It's blinding my eyes!" Zhang Yang, thinking something was up, couldn't help but ask.
"Nothing much, are there any bites on your end?"
